The Super Son-in-law

Chapter 42 The True Yuan Bible

Gilmore made his way familiarily to the entrance of an antique shop and informed the receptionist about his appointment.

The staff then invited both of them to the VIP room at the back to view the goods.

Just as Alan was about to follow them in, Gilmore turned around and said, "You don't need to come in. You wouldn't understand anything even if you did—just wait for me at the VIP room door!"

Alan could only nod and reply, "Got it, Dad!"

With his hands behind his back, Gilmore followed the receptionist into the VIP room, while Alan sat down in the rest area.

A few minutes later, Alan suddenly heard a loud "crash" from inside the VIP room. Then, he saw his father-in-law, Gilmore, rushing out with a panicked expression, muttering repeatedly, "It's over, it's over! This is a disaster!"

Alan quickly stepped forward and looked past his father-in-law. On the floor, a tall, slender ceramic vase lay broken into two pieces, with numerous small ceramic shards scattered around.

From the fragments, it was vaguely discernible that the shattered item was a Tang Dynasty Yuhuchun vase.

Having grown up exposed to antiques in the Smith family, Alan was well-informed and could immediately tell that this vase was a genuine antique.

Its market value was easily over $1 million. It seemed his father-in-law had gotten into serious trouble this time.

Inside the VIP room, a middle-aged man with a dark expression said, "Mr. Gilmore, this Yuhuchun vase cost us over $1 million to acquire.

Now that you've broken it, you must compensate us at its full value.

This person is Edward, the manager of the Ancient Beauty Antique Shop.

Gilmore could hardly hide his panic as he said, "This is my son-in-law. He's very wealthy."

"Discuss the compensation between the two of you! I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving first!"

With that, Gilmore shoved Alan inside and turned to run out.

Alan was stunned—this father-in-law was truly shameless, clearly trying to make him take the fall!

Edward looked at Alan and asked coldly, "Sir, will you be paying by card or bank transfer for the $1.3 million?"

Alan spread his hands. "I don't have the money."

He wasn't actually unable to pay, but he wanted to teach his father-in-law a lesson and prevent him from dragging Alan to the antique street every day.

"No money?"

Edward gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think it's okay to just say you have no money after breaking something in our antique shop?"

Alan said helplessly, "I'm not trying to run away, but I really don't have the money.

Besides, I didn't break this vase—why should I pay for it?"

Edward fumed, "But that was your father-in-law!"

Alan nodded. "You just said it yourself—he's my father-in-law, not me.

You should ask the person who broke it to pay. Don't you understand that logic?"

Edward was furious but had to admit Alan had a point.

If he insisted on making Alan pay without explanation, word would spread that Ancient Beauty Antique Shop bullied customers.

So he snapped at the staff beside him, "You guys, go catch that old bastard right now!"

Alan watched them scramble to chase his father-in-law, smiling silently.

In truth, he could have swiped his card to pay immediately, but that would only let his shameless father-in-law off the hook.

It was better to let the old man suffer a little. Otherwise, he'd keep dragging Alan into such messes in the future.

The entire staff of the antique shop mobilized to chase after Gilmore.

With nothing to do, Alan looked at the bottle shattered into two halves on the floor. About half a meter tall, it was now broken into two main sections and a pile of fragments—a real pity to see.

Suddenly, he noticed something hidden at the bottom of the lower half of the bottle.

He quickly reached in and pulled out a small wooden case!

Who would have guessed the vase held such a secret?

The Yuhuchun vase had a narrow mouth and a bulbous body, and the wooden case was clearly two to three times wider than the vase's opening.

This meant it hadn't been inserted later; it must have been crafted into the vase during its creation. The wooden case was likely from the Tang Dynasty too!

Holding the case in his hand, he examined it carefully, then pried it open with a "snap."

As it opened, an otherworldly fragrance wafted out. Alan took a deep breath, feeling instantly refreshed.

Inside lay a palm-sized ancient book!

He picked up the tiny volume and saw the title The True Yuan Bible on the title page.

An intriguing name—what did it contain?

Flipping open the book, he found the first chapter was Medical Arts, documenting numerous cases and treatments.

 Alan frowned slightly; he knew some basic traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) theories, but the content here was far more advanced than anything in modern TCM.

Some diagnostic methods were entirely unheard of.

At the end of the medical chapter, he even found records of elixir alchemy.

The effects of some pills seemed to defy reality. Intrigued, Alan sat down on the floor and began flipping through the pages intently.

Unexpectedly, the The True Yuan Bible also contained content on feng shui divination, as well as miraculous techniques for treasure appraisal, restoration, and more.

Besides that, there were many other strange and intriguing things.

Alan read for a long time, feeling as though every character in the book was drilling into his mind. 

What a lucky find! This is a peerless treasure!

Overjoyed, Alan immediately prepared to tuck the The True Yuan Bible away.

However, the book instantly crumbled into powder and vanished.

Strangely, every character from the book was clearly imprinted in Alan's mind.

Just then, his father-in-law, who had been fleeing, was roughly dragged back by several burly men.

His cheeks were red and swollen, making it clear he had been caught and slapped!

Looking at his sorry state, Alan could barely suppress a laugh. 

This old fool caused trouble and expects me to clean it up! Letting him suffer a lesson is just punishment.

Gilmore was in a sorry state at this moment. He had just tried desperately to run away, but being old and overweight, he couldn't run fast.

Before he had gone far, he was caught, tied up, and dragged back.

He had even been slapped several times, making his situation truly miserable.

After dragging Gilmore back, Manager Edward snarled, “Old bastard, you think you can run after breaking our vase?

Did you even bother to ask about the background of Antique Shop?”

Gilmore pleaded in terror, “I didn’t mean to! The vase was just too slippery...”

Edward snapped coldly, “Spare me the excuses!

I’ll give you the afternoon to raise the money. If you can’t pay, I’ll call the police and charge you with intentional damage of property.

With a case value of over $1 million, you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison!”

Shaking with fear, Gilmore looked at Alan like a drowning man clutching at a lifeline. “Alan, my good son-in-law! You can’t just stand by and let me die!”

Alan said helplessly, “Dad, I don’t have that kind of money either...”

Gilmore blurted out urgently, “Then you go to prison in my place!

The Mill family has raised you for so long—now it’s time for you to repay our kindness!”